Chapter 9 - Lesley
I wasn’t thinking when I walked out of the house and towards the trees again that night. I wasn’t even sure if Connor was there already. All I knew was that I had to find out. My body’s needs had overwhelmed my mind. I was following its instructions. All day I’d thought about that kiss and how it had set me on fire. I’d fantasized about Connor for so long that a simple kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
As I approached the patch of trees, my eyes finally adjusted to the dark and I saw him standing there. He was leaning against a tree trunk, smoking a cigarette. The orange glow of the butt illuminated his lips and I gulped.
We hadn’t discussed this. I was taking a chance by coming here. Now that we were both here together, it felt like this was our little unspoken secret.
“I was hoping you’d come,” were his first words to me and I felt the back of my neck grow hot.
“I didn’t know if you’d be here,” I managed to say in a soft voice. I was whispering even though there was no human soul in sight – nobody could have heard us.
I watched as Connor took one last drag of his cigarette and then flicked it to the ground. It sizzled as it burned out, making my fingertips tremble as well.
“Well, now you know,” he said and grabbed me by my waist. He pulled me close to him. I fell on his wide chest with a gasp as his breath fell on my face. It was like he was trying to study every cell of my skin, to examine every curve of my face. I felt naked under his glare, like he had already undressed me.
“I know why you’re here, Lesley, and I’m going to give it to you,” he said in a deep gruff voice and I shuddered in his arms. His lips drew closer to mine, and I focused on the feelings tumbling in my belly. I stretched my neck too and our lips lightly grazed. Then his tongue forced my mouth apart, slipping in. I gasped. He tasted of cigarettes and mint and it overwhelmed me.
I grew slack in his arms as he held me close, his tongue deeply exploring my mouth. If he hadn’t been holding me, I knew I would have fallen. I tried to kiss him with the same force, but Connor was more powerful. He was overtaking my whole body and I had no control over it anymore.
When he was done kissing me, he parted our lips with a smack and, without giving me a moment to gather myself, he started leaving a trail of wet kisses down my chin, my neck, and then at the base of my throat.
He stopped when he reached my breasts. I could feel his warm breath falling on my skin and I weaved my fingers into his hair.
“I’ve wanted to taste these since I saw them,” I heard him mumble, more to himself than to me, and I bit down on my lip. With his fingers, he slowly pulled down the neck of my blouse till my breasts were revealed to him. He cupped them with both hands, squeezing and caressing gently. I could feel my nipples pebble and become sensitive to his touch. I wanted him to take them in his mouth.
Instead, he sought them out with his thumbs. Through the fabric of my bra, he teased them, circling them and making sure they were tight enough. I could feel the wetness in my panties, my juices beginning to trickle out and dampen the fabric. His hips were digging into mine, and I could feel his erection.
He kissed my cleavage and continued to play with my nipples. I was desperate to touch him somewhere private. My hand travelled down until I was cupping his crotch. Connor groaned as he squeezed my breasts again and I stroked his cock in return. He nibbled at my nipples through my bra, and I squeezed him.
“Fuck, woman!” he growled, pulling himself away from me. He grabbed my face with both hands and glared into my eyes. I could see his blue pupils burning up. They were on fire as he stared at me.
“I want your mouth on me. Get down on your knees,” he commanded, his grip still tight on my face. I parted my lips, gazing up at him and then gently I pulled away from him. I did what I was told and knelt down.
My face was at level with his crotch now, and I pulled down the zip of his jeans. Connor groaned, weaving his fingers into my hair again. I peeled his jeans down. I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest. I was going to see his cock! I was finally going to see the cock I’d been fantasizing about for so many years!
Slowly, I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out at me. Erect and throbbing, it was pointed directly at my face and I felt my mouth water. I had never wanted a man’s cock in my mouth as much as I wanted his right now. With a sudden urgency, I grabbed it with one hand and brought my mouth closer to him. Connor groaned and I parted my lips.
Gently, I slipped him in. I moaned just as he did too. Just the tip of his cock in my mouth was enough. He was big and too wide for me. I knew I would have to take this slow. His fingers in my hair tightened as he was kept my head in position. Slowly, I slid my lips over his cock as much as I could. My mouth watered from his girth, but slowly, my throat was adjusting to his size.
I stared up at him, watching his face change with pleasure. I enjoyed watching this . . . seeing the kind of power I had over him. This big strong man, who everyone drooled over, was putty in my hands . . . In my mouth.
“Lesley . . . ” he breathed my name gruffly and I slid his cock out. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled. His hands on the back of my head, he slid himself back into my mouth again. I moaned. His cock throbbed and grew in my throat and he started thrusting.
This was how he was going to thrust inside me. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I knelt in front of him. I kept my face turned up towards him and he glared down at me. Even though his cock was in my mouth and I thought I had all the control, he was the one using me for his pleasure.
I could see the veins throbbing on his neck, his jaws clenching and his biceps taut as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I never thought that this could be so pleasurable for me. That I could actually enjoy myself like this. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to give my pussy some relief, but Connor’s cock in my mouth kept me completely occupied.
Until suddenly, he pulled it out with a jerk.
“Stand up. Stand up, now!” he growled and I stood up, gasping as he pulled me to himself again. His rough fingers travelled down, drawing the hem of my skirt up to my thighs. I could feel goosebumps on my skin, as he caressed the insides of my thighs. He had bunched my skirt up to my waist now, and I knew he was going to touch me . . . He was going to touch me there.
When Connor’s fingers grazed against my pussy, I gasped. A smile formed on his face, as he looked at me.
He pushed aside my panties and used two fingers to gently slide them up and down my folds. I shuddered in his arms. My pussy was dripping wet, my clit was engorged and throbbing. Connor rubbed it. I gasped again and pressed my eyes closed from the sensation.
“Just enjoy it, baby,” I heard him say and then his fingers were roughly stroking me. He didn’t have to tell me anything, I was already feeling everything he wanted me to feel. His fingers on my pussy had an explosive effect on me. I arched my back, thrusting my hips closer to him. His fingers sped up, sliding up and down my pussy and the tips slipped into my folds.
I was holding him tightly by his shoulders, writhing in his arms from the sensation. Then Connor used his left hand to start stroking himself.
I had never experienced anything like this before. The two guys I had slept with before this had all been about using my body to pleasure themselves. Those experiences had lasted a couple of minutes, whereas with Connor . . . He knew exactly what to do to make me reach the edge of my capacity. I knew I was going to come very soon.
“Come for me baby,” he whispered in my ear just as two of his fingers slipped into me. His thumb kept rubbing my clit and I felt his fingers sliding into me. My body was soaring high. I could feel the tremor of his left hand on his cock, stroking himself. I held on to him tightly, keeping our bodies pressed together. He wanted us to come together, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him.
His fingers slid in and out of me, thrusting with force. His thumb kept my clit on the edge of exploding. With every passing second, I fell deeper and deeper until I had no choice but to release. I bit down on my tongue, my body shuddered, and I felt myself coming.
“Lesley . . . ” he growled my name, and even though I had my eyes closed, I could feel him shaking . . . I could feel him coming too. His cum shot on my bare thighs as we came together. Connor grunted and growled while I moaned and released. His fingers hadn’t stop sliding inside me; his thumb hadn’t stopped stroking my clit . . . I didn’t even know how he was doing it. How he had this much control. I couldn’t even control my voice!
I was panting hard by the time my orgasm began to simmer down. Connor was breathing harshly too. Then he slid his fingers out of my pussy and carefully smoothed my skirt back down. When we looked into each other’s eyes, we smiled.
Everything had happened so fast, I didn’t even know what to say to him. Connor pulled his boxers and jeans back up and then leaned over and kissed me lightly on my lips.
“I know I’m going to sleep well tonight,” he said with a grin and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Goodnight, Connor,” I said, at a loss for anything else to say. He was looking into my eyes, smiling still, and seemed like he was expecting me to say something else – something more. Then he changed his mind.
“Goodnight, Lesley,” he said in a quiet, controlled voice and then turned from me.
Just like the previous night, I watched him walking away back to the house. My body was still trembling from the force of my orgasm. I could feel my clit still throbbing between my legs. This had to have been my most explosive sexual experience, and I couldn’t believe it had been with Connor Marshall.
Even though I was feeling satisfied – like I could keep smiling forever – I couldn’t help but worry if I was misjudging his attentions. He had a reputation for breaking hearts, for driving girls mad. I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to do with me . . . If I was just a temporary plaything to him.